My "True Stories" are told as accurately as my memory will permit. Nothing is embellished to make it a "better" story. The only intentional changes are privacy details, such as names.
If you haven't read Part-1, I recommend doing so as this picks up right where it ended. I only broke this into two parts as I thought it was too long all as one piece.
The woman I'm seeing has lived for years with extreme sexual repression as a result of her older sister berating her after a BDSM sexual encounter. Among other things, this has led to a strict ban on any talk, roleplays or fantasy involving younger girls (even if over 18), and any form of incest talk or language.
We've been "friends" for quite some time and she's opened up a lot, but I was caught off guard when she came over that day. She stripped down to her panties and sat on my lap as she showed me a picture of her oldest daughter in a bikini and then pressed a pair of her daughter's worn panties to my face. She had me masturbate while smelling her daughter's panties as she told me about her daughter's first lesbian experience, which she'd read about in her diary. Part-1 ends with me having just cum and then pushing Cindy down to the ground to lick her pussy.
I continued to lick Cindy's pussy until she came several more times. With every new orgasm the intensity of her release only grew stronger, as did her need to be fucked. Knowing she becomes increasingly insatiable once she starts cumming, I was intentionally feeding that desire now.
As her last orgasm began to subside I backed off slightly so I could bring her to the edge of cumming without doing enough to let her go over that edge. I repeated this over and over, adding to her lust fueled fire, until finally I took a small break to "breathe". Looking up at her from between her legs, her pussy blushing and pulsing with need, I made a simple, and hopefully, innocent sounding request. "Unlock your phone for me"
I slid her phone to her and with no hesitation she typed in the code. She had to have seen the image of Hanna in her bikini still displayed on the screen, but she didn't close or switch off of it before virtually dropping the phone down by her side. Her body was aching for more and in this state she didn't think. she just reacted, and neither an unlocked phone nor a picture I'd already seen warranted any special concern.
I picked the phone up and looked at the screen before placing it back on the floor, this time next to her head. I moved upwards, sliding between her legs, my body draping over her. I positioned my cock at the base of her pussy, then I ground myself along her wet lips, teasing her opening and clit with my cock. As I continued to do this I didn't make eye contact with her, instead my gaze remained off to the side, blatantly staring at the phone.
Another minute or two of this teasing elapsed before Cindy's desire to cum, and be fucked, worked out how she could finally get relief from her ever deepening need. Any other day and I suspect she'd have rejected the thought, but she'd already done so much today, what was going a little further?
It started with a statement, then it was a request and finally she begged. Cindy looked up at me and uttered the words she swore she'd never say. Each time she repeated herself, she became bolder and sounded more confident.
Listening as she begged, I knew I hadn't technically broken the promise I'd made to her, as I had neither asked, nor suggested, she say the very thing she was now. It was her own need that had led her to beg me to fuck Hanna. She begged me to do it "now", in hopes the fantasy would be a temptation too great to deny, and as such, would allow her to finally get what her body so desperately ached for.
When I didn't immediately plunge my cock into her, she enticed further. "Fuck her. Please.... Use my pussy and fuck Hanna .... Make my pussy hers, and fuck her. I want you to teach her.... Show her what it's like to be fucked by a real man.... Don't hold back, fuck her..... Fuck her hard, deep, however you want, just give her you cock and ruin her for everyone after you.... Please, take me like I'm her, I know you want it, do it!"
That was enough, more than enough, and as I stared at Hanna's picture, my cock sunk deep into her pussy, imaging that what I felt was truly Hanna's teenage cunt.
As I began to fuck her, Cindy's begging didn't stop like I expected it would. Instead, Cindy had found that by finally crossing the line verbally, her tongue was free and there was no longer a reason to hold back. Within moments, she gave herself over to the taboo fantasy and began talking to me as if she was in fact Hanna.
"Oh shit, your cock feels so good.... I've never felt anything like this before, no wonder my mom can't get enough of you.... Do you like it? Am I tight enough for you?... Do you like fucking my teenage pussy?.... Don't stop, fuck me, bury your cock in me and fuck me harder, I can take it..... Fuck my tight little pussy....."
As my own orgasm drew closer, Cindy retreated from her role as Hanna and resumed speaking as herself.
"That's right, fuck my daughter's pussy. Fuck her harder.... Bury your cock deep in her because I told you to..... I'm watching you fuck Hanna right now, so it's ok, claim her sweet little pussy.... Use her like she's your own personal fuck toy, because after today she is.... She's yours, all of her.... You can fuck her any time, her pussy is yours.... Bury your cock in her day or night and make her your cum slut.... I'll help you train her to suck and take your cock.... Make her yours and fuck her...."
Hearing Cindy say things like that was more than enough to send me into orgasmic bliss, but before I fell into the point of no return, she surprised me once more.
Cindy switched roles once more, and her new role was, in many ways, out of character from everything else that had been going on. I can speculate as to what may have prompted this last change, but the "why" is nothing I've ever dwelled upon much because it's what she did that I can't forget.
As I hear Cindy repeatedly crossing the line she said she never would, I drove my cock harder and harder into her, If it hadn't been for my earlier orgasm I'd not have lasted this long, but even with that, I was losing control, and Cindy would have sensed that from the countless times she'd made me cum before.
The fact Cindy had temporarily stopped talking didn't slow the inevitable eruption building within me. I pushed my hips harder and deeper into "Hanna's" pussy when Cindy opened her mouth to speak again. Unlike before, this time her voice was softer, more shy and innocent sounding. As I buried my cock as deep inside her as I could, Cindy looked at me up at me calmly said, "Cum inside me daddy".
The last word caught me completely off-guard and it was too much to take. I started to cum just as the last syllable was uttered, and in that moment I didn't really know, or care, whose pussy I was suppose to imagine I was filling. Whomever it was, I stayed in her until I started to go soft. The very wet spot on Cindy's panties now mixed with both her cum and mine.
After taking a moment to recover we looked at the clock we realized Cindy was late leaving....again. Yes, we'd started more promptly today, but she'd had a shorter window, so our "always late" trend held.
There was no time for anything more than quickly pulling clothes on, saying "I'll fix my hair in the car", and giving a quick kiss good-bye.
I hated seeing her leave so quickly, but a hurried departure was as much a part of our routine as anything else. One day I fear she'll be too drunk on orgasmic bliss and will end up in a car accident...yet it never seems an important enough risk in the moment that we choose to stop early.
(Fortunately, I can report....an accident never happened.)
The following day Cindy sent me two pics from Hanna's diary via text message. With the events of the day before fresh in my mind, I masturbated as I read Hanna describe, in her own words, her first lesbian experience.
By receiving the pictures I knew, once and for all, that the story Cindy whispered in my ear wasn't made-up...she'd shared real details from her daughter's life in order to make me cum
Moreover, I now had every reason to believe that the panties she's brought were exactly what she claimed. If that was true, then when she demanded I taste Hanna's pussy, she had done her best to make that happen.
Wanting to confirm my newfound belief, I later spoke to Cindy about that day, and she shared the following details
1) Yes, the panties had really been Hanna's, taken from her laundry after April spent the night.
2) Finding the panties wet when she gathered clothes to do the laundry is what had given her the idea for what she'd done
3) She hadn't planned on masturbating while she told me the story about April and Hanna.
4) (She claims) her arousal was in response to seeing my reaction to the pictures, panties and story, and it had nothing to do with the actual taboo topic
5) Putting the panties in my mouth and telling me to taste Hanna's pussy had also not been planned, she'd simply gotten swept away in the moment
6) She had thought I'd cum on the panties, and since I didn't, she used them to clean up the cum. However, actually seeing my cum on them gave her the idea of putting them back in her drawer.....which she actually did.
7) She felt conflicted about the things she'd said in the moment, but she loved how I fucked her while she said them. She wasn't making a promise, but she felt like she'd have to surprise me again one day..
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